Chapter 742

After entering the county town, they found an inn to stay in. Although they booked four rooms, the four men still stayed in one room. After all, Tyrant, Gyatso, and Fatso were considered to be semi-disabled. Su Bai was the only one who was still alive. If Su Bai didn't look after them, it would be a huge loss if something happened to them. He had worked hard to bring them back for the next step of the plot. At the same time, he also wanted them to owe him a favor.

In the story world, it didn't matter. However, some accounts had to be calculated clearly. For example, this favor was considered real and didn't count in the calculation of benefits. It existed independently from the outside world.

Who did not want to owe this favor? Unless they killed or silenced the other three, they would become a street rat in this small circle. Of course, Su Bai did not actually think so much. He had brought them back because it would be a pity to see them lying there and ignore them. It was better to pull them back and owe them a debt of gratitude. If they were willing to return the favor, it would be considered a profit. If they did not return the favor, there was no loss. It was nothing more than a slight effort on his part.

That night, Gyatso, who was the most seriously injured, lay on the bed to rest. Tyrant leaned against the wall and meditated. Su Bai and Fatso slept on the floor.

The next morning, the exhausted crowd woke up one after another. Of course, even if the people here slept, they would keep one eye open. They wouldn't fall into a deep sleep without a care in the world.

Fatso's injury was mainly due to the terrible wound on his chest and the knife's damage to his soul. Therefore, he still had some mobility. After he woke up in the morning, he went downstairs with the help of the stairs. Then, he took the silver and asked the waiter to follow him to buy some food. He even asked the waiter to send the food upstairs to his room.

There wasn't much food and it wasn't very sumptuous. It was nothing more than soy milk, fried dough sticks, meat, and vegetable buns. Fatso only wanted a full belly and nothing else. After Gyatso and Tyrant washed up, they sat together and started eating, albeit at a slower pace.

Fatso swallowed a bun and wiped the oil off his mouth. He asked curiously,

"What's wrong? Aren't you hungry? I'm almost full. Why did you guys eat so little? You've really become a monk. Not only have your six senses been cleansed, but you've also reached the state of fasting? "

Gyatso and Tyrant smiled without saying a word and continued to eat slowly.

After the fat man was completely full, he lay down on the bed, feeling very satisfied. At this time, Su Bai, who had not appeared during breakfast, came back with two food boxes in his hands. Opening the food boxes, he saw that they were snacks from a very famous local restaurant. They were all very exquisite, while the ones bought by the fat man were obviously a little low-grade. Su Bai had probably gone out after the fat man went out and informed Gyatso and the monk, so the two deliberately left their stomachs open and did not tell the fat man about it.

"F * ck, don't play like this. Why didn't you tell me when you went out to buy snacks? I'm already full." Fatso lay on the bed and wanted to cry. He actually ate two bowls of Yangchun noodles outside before coming back.

"In ancient times, there's only this little enjoyment of good food. There's nothing else. Anyway, we have enough money to spend and can't bring it out of the story world. Why should we save it?"

Su Bai handed a snack to the little guy. The little guy took a bite and felt sweet. He smiled until his eyes narrowed.

Fatty also forgot about this. When a person was full, no matter how delicious the food was, it wouldn't be very attractive to him. Fatty waved his hand and asked, "What's the matter?

"Are we planning to stay here for a long time or are we leaving today?"

Su Bai took a sip of tea and said, "We can't hide it forever. After eating, pack some daily necessities and herbs. We'll set off at noon. Even if we're not in a hurry to go to the demon's lair, we can go to a desolate place outside the county and stay for a while. I estimate that in four to five days, you guys should be able to recover thirty to forty percent. At least, you won't be like yesterday when you didn't even have the strength to fight for the last time when you were facing those Westerners."

Tyrant nodded, "It's better to be cautious. Su Bai is right. They aren't stupid. After being scared by us once, they will definitely come back for a second time. We should leave the county as soon as possible and go to a desolate mountain. Then, we can set up a few formations to hide our presence. Even if they have some special tracking methods, it will be difficult for them to find us."

"Alright, then I'll take a nap first and then continue running."

Fatso immediately crossed his legs and began to take a nap. The most important thing for him was to nourish his soul again. Otherwise, if his soul was damaged, he wouldn't be able to use his Taoist Art. To him, he would become a useless person.

Gyatso, on the other hand, was a little more troublesome. Even if he began to control his flesh and blood to endure the sharp pain to speed up the growth and healing of his bones, he didn't have the bloodline of vampires like Su Bai. His speed would definitely be very slow and it was hard to say how much he could recover.

Tyrant's problem was even more complicated. Both his body and soul were injured, but judging from his appearance, he looked the best among the three. It was hard to guess how much he could recover.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, the rest of the food was packed and ready to be triggered again.

Su Bai carried most of the things on his back. Su Bai used a cloth bag to hang the little fellow in front of his chest.

Fatso was the first to push open the door and walk out. The rest followed him and Su Bai was the last to walk.

"Master, are you leaving?" The waiter greeted Fatso downstairs. Obviously, he had become familiar with Fatso this morning.

Su Bai suddenly raised his hand.

"Wait."

Fatso was stunned. He didn't hesitate. Not only did he retract his leg, but he also took a few steps back.

Gyatso, who was on crutches, also turned around and looked at Su Bai.

Tyrant looked down and looked around. He asked doubtfully, "What did you find?"

"Let's go back to the room first and pretend that nothing happened. Fatso, get my son to make tea."

After saying that, Su Bai carried the big and small bags back into the room. Tyrant and Gyatso also followed him back without batting an eyelid. Fatso stood at the foot of the stairs and deliberately shouted for the waiter to quickly order tea to make up for the awkwardness of him and the others going out and going back in.

The four of them returned to the room and Fatso closed the door.

Gyatso, Tyrant, and Fatso's gaze then fell on Su Bai. Su Bai placed the little fellow on the bed and said seriously,

"There was a table of diners eating downstairs just now. They looked familiar."

"Familiar?" Fatso muttered, "Could it be that I've seen them somewhere when I entered the story world?"

Su Bai nodded, "I have indeed seen them."

"What's so special about them?"

Fatso was not stupid. There must be a special reason why Su Bai asked everyone to retreat so solemnly. It would not be a sign of panicking. Otherwise, he would look down on the psychological quality of the people present. Moreover, Su Bai showed the ability to eat raw human liver yesterday. His psychological quality had gone further and further down the road of mental illness.

"I remember that table of people. Yesterday, they wore beggar's clothes and cooked Beggar's Chicken outside the county. Today, they all wore expensive clothes and sat downstairs to eat. I don't think they were cosplaying yesterday."

Hearing this, everyone present was silent. Yesterday, Su Bai was closer to those beggars, so the others did not see it clearly. Later, they met Westerners, so everyone focused their attention on the Westerners.

Of course, the most important thing was that if the beggars who happened to be cooking Beggar's Chicken there yesterday suddenly became noble diners eating downstairs at the inn where they lived, there was too much fishy going on. It was even a little … horrifying.

"Could it be that the Westerners aren't actually the main dish that the terrorist broadcasters prepared for us? The real main dish was actually not discovered by us before? " Fatso shook the empty teacup and then pursed his lips, "If this is the case, this story world is really wonderful, but there is one thing that is very wrong. If they have completely grasped our whereabouts, according to this, yesterday's confrontation with the Westerners could be regarded as a deliberate test by them.

But wanting to eat Beggar's Chicken was an impromptu idea. How could they know that when our carriage passed by there, I would suddenly want to eat Beggar's Chicken and ask you, Su Bai, to help me? "

At this time, Gyatso also said, "They may just be a group of special people, but yesterday, it should be a coincidence that they happened to run into a small-scale battle between us and the Westerners."

The monk's fingers tapped on the table. He had not spoken before, but at this time, he slowly said,

"It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense."

Because there were too many coincidental factors in yesterday's incident, now that Su Bai had discovered that the other party had actually been watching them for a long time, there were subjective factors. To be able to combine subjective factors and objective factors together, triggering the coincidental battle yesterday was a little too unbelievable, and even a little unimaginable.

"Knock, knock, knock …"

There was a knock on the door,

"Sir, the tea you ordered."

"Come in," Fatso shouted.

The waiter walked in, served the tea, and then closed the door as he left.

At this time, Su Bai picked up the teapot and poured all the water on the table.

Fatso narrowed his eyes. "Poisoned?"

Su Bai shook his head very honestly. "I don't know, but the waiter who greeted you when we went out has now been replaced by them. One of the diners, who was wearing good silk and satin clothes, just dressed up as a waiter and came to deliver tea to us."

The monk looked at Su Bai. "Are you sure you didn't see wrongly?"

"There's no mistake. The original waiter greeted me when I came back. He said that a very fat friend of mine had already bought breakfast and politely invited him to eat a bowl of noodles outside. Did that waiter spill some soup on himself when he went out with you today?"

Fatso nodded. "Yes, he spilled the soup on himself when he ate the noodles."

"The waiter who just brought in the tea changed, but his clothes didn't change." Su Bai said with certainty, "It was during the time we went out and sat here that one of the diners who was eating downstairs had already changed into a real waiter's clothes and came to deliver tea to us."